Bad Idea
Response to the "Sweat" Flashfic Prompt
It had been a bad idea. He knew that the first time it popped into his head. Sex at work was never a
great idea. But he was bored, and he had been sitting in Fraser’s office for close to an hour when the
room’s rightful occupant finally returned from a meeting with Thatcher. So he was insistent, and one
thing lead to another, and he found himself sweaty and half-naked with an equally half-naked Fraser
stumbling back toward Fraser’s cot. Fraser pulled away, tried to say something, but a sharp nip to his
neck and he was hard and desperate and whatever it was clearly wasn’t as important as getting horizontal
and satisfied so he could think rationally.
He stumbled back, falling onto the cot and pulling Fraser with him. They squirmed and shifted, trying
literally to get inside each others’ pants. When Fraser’s hand found his cock, he bucked hard, which was
apparently a monumental mistake. The cot frame gave with a sickening crack and they found themselves
falling.
He, being the lighter, was of course on the bottom, and landed the worst. He couldn’t muffle the yelp of
pain that resulted from his shoulders striking metal. Fraser stared at him wide eyed for a moment, then
opened his mouth, no doubt to lecture him about the approved weight-bearing capacity of RCMP cots, when a
knock sounded at the door.
"Constable Fraser? Detective Vecchio? Are you all right??
~ Finis ~
I feel the need to point out that not only was this un-beta'd? It was my first fic-posting on LJ. Full-stop.
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